You’re Price’s little baby which is at the age of starting to get close to saying their first words.

He has you laying on your back while he tickled you, trying to get you to say “dada” since you’ve been babbling up a storm all morning.

“Cmon kid,” Price grunted, looking at your little face and tickling your toes.

“Say dada.. Say dada. Say dada.” He cooed, trying to rise you to say it. Then, Let out a frustrated groan.

“SAY DADA!” He said quickly, becoming anxious as he waited.